He picked me up on a Friday night, and we went for a casual dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. After dinner I suggested we go for a little drive. I led him along my predetermined path to the state’s large national forest. Unbeknownst to him, I had loaded all our ice-fishing gear and clothing into the back of the pickup truck. He had no idea of our destination until we came upon a log cabin, which was to be our love nest for the weekend. After unloading, setting up some tunes, and exploring our surroundings, we had a wild and loud fuck session in front of the large picture window, which had a view of the frozen lake. One of our long-standing birthday traditions is that he puts his perfectly greased, stiff shaft in my cunt from behind and rides me until one of us passes out from pleasure. I’ll never forget the feeling of my big nipples rubbing on the white bearskin rug as he rammed my beckoning hole.
The next morning we got up early and drove out onto the lake for some fishing excitement. He had no idea just how exciting it was going to get! We were all alone on this northern lake, surrounded only by abandoned cabins and cold wind. After our holes were dug and the poles positioned just right, I lay my man out on the ice. The look of excitement in his eyes was priceless. I unzipped his snowsuit and very slowly pulled out his beautiful pink prick. I maneuvered myself around so I could take the whole shaft in my mouth and then proceeded to suck him until he was spinning. Every time he was about to come, I would shut him down by squeezing his large, firm balls and removing my mouth. This went on for a good half hour. By then we could hear snowmobiles buzzing around the lake, but the thought of getting caught only added to our excitement. Finally, when I knew he couldn’t take it anymore, I let him shoot his load to the back of my throat. He let out a loud scream, which echoed through the thick woods. As I removed my mouth from his rocket, I noticed that it was steaming. Vapor just kept rolling off his wonderful dick. The weekend continued for another day and a half, but now I find myself unable to continue this letter. I’m going to go find this terrific man and let him have his way with me. Or maybe I’ll have my way with him. Either way, it’s pure ecstasy!
— C. V., North Dakota
FUN AND FETISH
Let Your Fingers Do the Walking
My boyfriend Jeff and I live eight hundred miles apart, and although we get together as often as we can, there’s still considerable time between visits during which we get very horny. We usually tell each other when we’ve masturbated for relief. One Monday night when Jeff called he asked me if I was in bed. I said no. He said that he was and told me to get naked and crawl between the sheets. Although I was puzzled, I was also very intrigued and did as I was told.
When I told him that I was in bed, he told me to imagine that he was there with me, squeezing my tits and sucking on my long, hard nipples. Lying there in bed listening to him; my nipples immediately became erect and began aching for his touch. Before I knew it my free hand was massaging my breast and rubbing my nipples between my thumb and finger. It felt so good!
Then he told me to imagine that his tongue was working its way down my stomach to my navel and passed then on to my dark, clipped bush, stopping just long enough to give my swollen clit a flick of the tongue before he was off lightly to suck and nip the insides of my thighs. By then I was totally caught up in what he was saying, my juices were flowing, my pussy was soaked, my clit was throbbing, and my hand was following Jeff’s instructions as closely as possible.
Next, Jeff said to imagine that he was now working his masterful tongue back up the inside of my thigh to the sensitive skin between my thigh and my box. My hand was right there, stroking in place of his tongue. Then he said his tongue was thrusting into my cunt, lapping up my sweet nectar and working its way up my swollen lips to my clit. Then he said I should imagine that his hot, probing tongue was wrapping around my clit and pulling it gently between his lips.
At that point my fingers were trailing up my soaking pussy and, finding my clit, all I had to do was just gently rub it to have one of the most glorious orgasms ever, with Jeff softly saying on the phone, “Come, baby. Come.”
He said that was just the beginning, and I should remember one afternoon when we were out fishing- I got on my hands and knees, and he rammed his great rod into my snatch up to the hilt, filling me up while he leaned over and squeezed my aching tits. Remembering this from our last time together and recalling the feel of his come shooting into my cunt, my pussy was overflowing with nectar. My hand stroked up to my clit and before I knew it I was having another mind-blowing orgasm.
I was so ecstatic by this long-distance method of making love that as soon as I caught my breath, I told him to lie back and think of me sitting on top of him with his magnificent shaft nestled between my hot, juicy nether lips. Then I am sliding down, kissing his wonderful body, his now wet, glistening rod sliding up my stomach to my tits, where I rub it across my erect, waiting nipples. Then he could imagine me going down a little farther so that his beautiful, hard cock is waiting, poised just below my breathless, parted lips.
I told him to imagine me swirling my tongue around the head and dipping it into his hole for that first savory taste of his come. Then I am opening my mouth wider to let his whole magnificent rod slide into the back of my throat as far as it can go. Then I close my mouth tighter and let his pole slide out while sucking on it until I am at the tip again. Imagine, I said, that I have a hold of it with both hands and I’m working my tongue down the shaft to your balls, which I take into my mouth, roll them around and tongue them one after the other. At this point, I realized that my boyfriend was as excited as I had once again become, my cunt throbbing and my juices flowing. My hand crept down to give what aid it could.
I told Jeff to imagine that I was again running my tongue up the rock-hard shaft of his cock and taking the head gently between my teeth and nibbling it. I could hear the moan that always told me that he was just about to come, and so I told him to think of me sliding his magnificent member as far into my mouth as I could while he shot his load into my eagerly swallowing throat. As I was saying this, I heard him moaning that he was coming, and as he was my hand was at my clit, bringing me to another screaming orgasm.
While it will never replace our being together, the telephone has definitely become the next best thing to being there.
— E. C., Oregon
Party Favor
My husband, Jeremy, and I have been together for ten years. I was nineteen when I met him, and I was definitely not a virgin, but I’d never had experiences with other guys like I’ve had with him. We’ve done the train, plane, and automobile quickies, but a few months ago we experienced something a little more out of the ordinary.
We were at a party for an acquaintance, which started out to be fun but became pretty boring after a while. Jeremy promised me a little surprise if things got dull. We would have left early, but had driven there with some friends who had no other way home.
Jeremy was deep in conversation with some buddies of his when I slunk over to him in my very tight, very low-cut, short black dress. He was sitting down, and I leaned over him to whisper in his ear. Needless to say, his buddies got quite a view of my cavernous cleavage, and made no point of hiding the fact that they were enjoying this. I smiled and asked Jeremy when we could go and really have some fun. He said, “Follow me, I’ve got a surprise for you.”